A Story of Me

Gentle Death

I want to be a gentle breeze,

a ripple in a pond,

a bird flitting through the sky.

I want to ruffle the people around me,

change the scene before me,

see everything there is to see.

And when I die,

I want to go

like a whisper in trees,

like a catchy campfire song,

like a minnow darting by.

Because when I die,

I want to die gently

Without the pain of sorrow

in my loved ones hearts.

Let them love my memory,

let me die gently.